Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Italy and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.